Nova Peak Wähkär

Ayovi adored the man who had quickly become her dearest companion and closest confidant— but she’d missed this; the council of women. The mountain shone brighter, and with Elowen here… it made Winsook feel more like home. Her tail sways.
“Spirits, I hope soon,” Ayovi moans, attempting to situate her cumbersome belly once more.  “Skorpa— well, he’s a rather large man. I suspect his children will be born full-sized. I was sick in the evenings at the start, but that’s gone away. Now I’m craving berries like mad– the sweet kind from my home, but no luck finding them around here.” Her eyes flick from the swell back up to Elowen’s gentle blue.
“Have you any inclination when they’ll come?”